MAKR IZ S0000SICK

I see what I make,
I throw it up,
My art is soul sick,
My vision is ill,
My sounds are Diverse,
At least thats how I'm heard,
I'm kept by an obsession,
That causes my creations
To disperse

The one thing that we are constantly told are dreams aren’t real. Shits real.

We all murderers cuz we play with emotions
Weed inhaled integrated to the moment
We all souls either hopeless or one step less from the best
Progress when you confess
And then you get right up
Unless God kills ya
And shows you what ya have left
I got nothing but infrared vision
Till the death of me
I saw sounds like youd never believe
White eyes took me to the milky way
Cuz the wavelength i was seeing
Was a fuckn calling
Call me crazy
But you believe what you believe
This was experience
To get to walk that deadline
Linear to the equations in the problem
Probably the reasons why im shaky
Without the shiver
Cuz im chill when i deliver
Unless you get me heated
Ill get you wet cuz ill be hot
Ill make you come defeated
Haha

18 miles today

Thats some fucked up shit in my dream. Always fucked up

Dont want to wake the fuckkkkk upp

Wish i could erase my head for three years. Just fuckn startover

You found something :)

Buzzed

Fuckn hate it

Im done with ths fuckn life brah

My eyes want to whiplash
My fuckn stunts

Sick brah

Only way to let your fuckn emotions out is to pour ya self a drank.

Im so out there fuck coming back

Drankn will be my new thang
Cuz fuck it